Floating Castles





 Golden rays float through the sky. '

The day is over. 

Night is just beginning. 

Water crashes on the shore below. 

The clouds reflecting in the shallows as if they are painted on the surface. 

The river is a combination of currents running in a million directions. 

A color palate that is complete perfection.

Destroyed by the chaos of its movements. 

I see the sky and its floating castles and wish I was there. 

Looking down and watching the earth below 

Free from its borders 

A bystander to its dysfunction 

As is the glowing mountain in the distance.

The crumbling rock doesn't understand the wars on the land around it.

Its only thought is of the wind that crashes against it. 

Slowly wearing down the rocks that make up the mighty peaks. 


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